PARINING: yandere gi hun x player 013 y/n
SUMMARY: Lovers and enemies?, love, first kiss, yandere men, traumatized girl, they confess their pasts, happy ending for all, And y/n's new friend is just for the record that she's an idea and not my idea,
WARNING: Y/n came to his office and he ordered her to sit with him, what was going to happen next, only sa knows that gi hun is the leader and vip personality and he is in love with ex player 013 from the beginning y/n came to stop the squid game but she had other plans with her enemy or her soulmate,
Y/N (013) was escorted into the luxurious office. This time, there was no black mask. Seated behind the massive desk, in a custom-tailored suit that screamed obscene wealth, was Gi-hun. He looked every inch the powerful, calculating leader—a VIP now ruling his own game.
He hadn't intended for the mask to be off, but he was anticipating her fury. He wanted her to see him, the man she once almost trusted, presiding over her nightmare.
"Sit down, Y/N," Gi-hun commanded, his voice deep and smooth, no longer filtered by the Frontman's mask.
Y/N stood rigid, her eyes blazing with hate. "You killed my friends, 456. You killed Leon. You think sitting in a fancy chair makes you anything other than a monster?"
Gi-hun rose slowly, circling the desk. He didn't deny her accusations; he embraced them.
"I am the man who controls your life, Y/N. I am the man who keeps you alive," he murmured, stopping directly in front of her. "I am the man who loves you."
The Breach of Control
He expected the fury, the fighting, the screaming. Instead, Y/N did something that instantly shattered his control.
Y/N, exhausted by the games, the grief, and the sheer psychological pressure, saw only the final act of defiance left to her. She wanted to prove to him that his control was a lie, that her will was stronger than his obsession, even if it cost her everything.
She took a single, deliberate step closer to him, closing the small gap between them.
"You love me?" Y/N whispered, her voice laced with venom and despair. "You love the memory of the player you watched struggle? If you love me so much, kill me now."
The Kiss
Gi-hun froze. Her plea for death was his greatest weakness. He looked down at her—her bruises, her defiance, the profound sorrow in her eyes—and his resolve crumbled. The yandere's possessive desire overwhelmed the Frontman's calculated control.
He reached up, cupping her face with a hand that trembled slightly.
"I can't kill you," he confessed, his voice ragged with genuine, painful emotion. "I will never kill you."
Before Y/N could move, before she could scream, Gi-hun pressed his mouth against hers.
The kiss was desperate and consuming. It was a blend of his obsessive love, his crushing guilt, and the terrifying power he held over her. It wasn't tender; it was a physical manifestation of his dominance, an attempt to claim the one thing in the world he couldn't simply buy or eliminate.
Y/N’s mind reeled. The familiarity of his face was horrifyingly close, mixing the face of the kind player with the cruelty of the killer. She didn't respond—she was rigid, allowing the violation, knowing that resisting now might unleash a violence she couldn't survive.
Gi-hun pulled back, his eyes searching hers, desperately looking for any sign of reciprocal emotion, or perhaps even the satisfying rage he knew she deserved to feel.
"You are mine, Y/N," he breathed, his thumb stroking her cheekbone. "And I will never let you leave the game."
Y/N stared back, her expression flat, empty, but beneath the surface, a new, cold calculation began to form: He cares too much. This is his weakness.
The boundary between Y/N's resistance and Gi-hun's obsession is now completely blurred.
Y/N (013) felt the oppressive weight of the kiss lift as Gi-hun finally released her. She immediately scrambled backward, sliding off his lap and stumbling a few steps away from the large, leather sofa. Her skin felt cold and violated, every nerve ending screaming rejection.
Gi-hun, however, looked momentarily serene, the possessive intensity still radiating off him. He watched her retreat, savoring the forced intimacy. He then rose, smooth and powerful, from the sofa.
Y/N turned to face him, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She couldn't yell; she had to maintain her fragile emotional barricade. She had to use her words as weapons.
"Why?" Y/N whispered, her voice rough. "Why did you do that?"
Gi-hun merely shrugged, his eyes dark with entitlement. "To show you what's real, Y/N. You can hate me, but you can't deny the connection."
The Revelation of Innocence
"No," Y/N insisted, looking down at the hand she instinctively used to wipe her mouth. She looked back up, her gaze steady despite her internal turmoil. "You're wrong. That wasn't a connection. That was... that was the first time."
Gi-hun froze, his self-satisfied expression instantly dissolving into genuine confusion and surprise. "The first time?"
"Yes," Y/N stated, her voice quiet but firm. "I've never kissed anyone before."
The statement hit Gi-hun with a stunning, unexpected force. The former VIP, the master manipulator who had orchestrated death and betrayal on a global scale, was utterly thrown by her simple, innocent truth.
She came to this place, she endured all of this, and she was completely unattached? His obsession, already deep, now took on a terrifying new dimension—he hadn't just claimed her; he had been her first.
The Monomaniacal Focus
Gi-hun walked slowly toward her, his confusion tinged with a dangerous curiosity. "You... you've never had a boyfriend?"
"No," Y/N confirmed, her chin lifting slightly in defiance.
"Why not?" Gi-hun pressed, trying to reconcile the fierce, driven woman with this unexpected innocence. "You're beautiful, Y/N. Why would you be alone?"
Y/N met his gaze, and the profound, isolating nature of her trauma and mission became clear.
"Because I've never had the time," she replied, her voice filled with a stark, cold clarity. "My life stopped after the first game. Ever since I saw what happened to my friends, I have been focused on finding this island, exposing the truth, and destroying the Frontman."
She stepped back, emphasizing the distance between them.
"I haven't had a boyfriend, 456, because my revenge was more important than my life. And now, thanks to you, my first kiss was with the very monster I came here to kill."
Gi-hun stared at her, the sudden weight of his betrayal crushing the remnants of his possessive fantasy. He realized that the simple act he committed out of lust and dominance was, for her, a profound violation that defined her single-minded suffering. Her life had been entirely consumed by the very game he controlled.
Y/N has successfully used her truth to redefine the violation and intensify Gi-hun's guilt.
Gi-hun remained frozen, the revelation that he was Y/N's first kiss rendering him speechless. The reality of her isolation and her singular, obsessive focus on revenge hit him harder than any betrayal. He wasn't just a powerful man claiming his prize; he was a monster who had committed her "first" to a terrible memory.
He stood silent for a long moment, the controlled power draining from his posture, replaced by confusion and shame.
Y/N (013) watched the silence stretch, calculating her next move. She had punctured his armor; now she had to widen the breach.
"Why are you silent now, Gi-hun?" Y/N pressed, her voice soft and dangerously probing. "You were so eager to talk about love and ownership moments ago. Did I finally say something that wasn't in your script?"
The Fatal Compliment
She took a deliberate risk, pushing past her disgust to deliver the ultimate psychological blow—a genuine, disarming piece of truth.
Y/N let her eyes scan his face, taking in the clean lines and the surprising lack of harsh aging, despite the years he’d spent consumed by the game.
"I have to admit," Y/N continued, her voice taking on a thoughtful, almost clinical tone, "when I look at you now, without the mask, I realize that neither you nor I have really aged since the first game. The stress has been immense, but somehow, we've both stayed fixed in time."
She paused, then added the killing stroke: "And you are really handsome when you talk."
The effect was instantaneous and profound. Gi-hun, the cruel, powerful Frontman who commanded an army of masked soldiers and manipulated global finances, turned a deep, unmistakable red. The unexpected, sincere compliment from the woman he was holding captive broke through the final vestiges of the monster persona, revealing the awkward, emotionally starved man beneath.
He looked away, running a self-conscious hand through his hair, unable to meet her gaze. He was flattered, embarrassed, and completely thrown off balance by her observation.
"Don't... don't say things like that," Gi-hun stammered, the smooth authority replaced by nervous frustration. "It doesn't matter. I am still the Frontman."
Y/N's New Strategy
Y/N felt a spike of grim triumph. His vulnerability was her only weapon. She had found the one thing his power couldn't touch: his ego, intertwined with his true, desperate desire to be seen and validated by her.
"It matters to me," Y/N insisted, pushing the advantage. "If I'm going to kill you, I want to know who I'm fighting. Now, tell me. What is the final game?"
Gi-hun remained flustered, his mind struggling to transition from the shock of her compliment to the cold logic of the game. He was now compromised—a killer struggling against the unexpected, deep-seated flattery of his victim.
Gi-hun, still flustered by Y/N's compliment, struggled to regain control. He ran a hand over his face, shaking off the sudden vulnerability. He knew he had to strike now, while her guard was down but before she could use his weakness against him further.
"The final game is irrelevant now, Y/N," Gi-hun stated, his voice regaining some of its firm, Frontman authority. "Because it appears you need motivation to survive, not just rules."
He walked back to his desk, pressing a button that brought up a live surveillance feed on a nearby monitor. The screen showed Eun-ji (179), sleeping fitfully in the small, makeshift survivor's room.
"Your friend, Eun-ji," Gi-hun said coldly, his voice a calculated weapon. "And the innocent life she is carrying. They are entirely dependent on this organization for their survival. If the game does not conclude according to my design, or if my authority is compromised—if I fail to deliver a winner to the VIPs—the consequences for all remaining participants will be brutal."
He looked back at Y/N, the threat hanging heavy in the air. "I need your compliance, Y/N. And I need it to be absolute. I need you to stay."
The Final Surrender
Y/N stared at the monitor, her heart freezing in her chest. The sight of Eun-ji, vulnerable and pregnant, was the final trigger. All thoughts of vengeance, all pride, all hatred, collapsed under the primal need to protect that baby. She couldn't risk the child's life on her ability to trick a monster.
She realized what she had to do: she had to give Gi-hun exactly what he wanted.
Y/N turned from the screen and looked at him, forcing a terrifying calmness onto her face. The look of cold determination faded, replaced by an expression of shattered relief and reluctant acceptance.
"Stop," Y/N whispered, her voice trembling slightly, not with fear, but with the immense effort of the lie. "Stop controlling this. Stop threatening my team."
She took a slow, agonizing step toward him.
"You said you love me," Y/N continued, making her ultimate play. "You said you brought me back to keep me safe. If that's true... then I want to stay with you."
Gi-hun's eyes widened in disbelief, his careful composure crumbling completely.
The Confession of Lies
Y/N closed the distance between them, standing directly in front of him. She reached up, placing both hands tentatively on his chest, right over his heart.
"When I first saw you, Player 456," Y/N said, looking deep into his bewildered eyes, forcing every ounce of desperate emotion into the lie, "I fell in love with you at first sight."
She let her eyes swim with fabricated tears. "I fought the feelings, I fought your vote, I fought your death. But I couldn't stop thinking about you, Gi-hun. I tried to hate you, but I couldn't. The moment you kissed me... that was the truth. I want to be with you. I want to be safe with you."
She leaned in, her voice now a breathy, confidential plea. "Stop controlling the game. Stop the violence. Stop this for me. I will stay here forever, with you, if you let Eun-ji go, and if you stop hurting the others."
Gi-hun was instantly overwhelmed. The sudden, total capitulation—the acceptance of his love, the confession of first sight love, the willingness to stay with him forever—was everything his obsessive heart had ever desired. It was a victory far greater than any prize money.
He grabbed her, pulling her fiercely into an embrace. "Y/N... I—I can't believe it."
"Then believe me," Y/N whispered into his shoulder, her face a mask of feigned surrender. "Just keep us safe."
Gi-hun, intoxicated by his perceived success, kissed the top of her head. "I will. I'll stop everything for you. You will never have to leave."
He had won his obsession, but Y/N had won the life of her friend and the future of her friend's child.
Y/N has bought Eun-ji's life with her freedom.
Gi-hun, reeling from the sudden, overwhelming victory of Y/N's (013's) false confession, was incapable of rational thought. Her promise of forever was the only reality that mattered.
He held Y/N tight for a moment, then pulled back, his eyes shining with possessive adoration. "You won't regret this, Y/N. You've chosen life, and you've chosen me."
He walked swiftly to his control panel, his hands moving over the keys with renewed purpose.
"The final game is canceled," Gi-hun announced, his voice smooth and authoritative, broadcasting the command through the compound's speakers. "All remaining assets are to be secured. Player 179 and any non-participants are to be released immediately."
He turned back to Y/N, his face alight with pride. "Eun-ji and the baby will be safe. I will have her transported discreetly back to the mainland tonight, with enough funds to ensure a secure future. The game will stop, but not completely."
Gi-hun explained, his voice low and confiding, "I can't simply shut down the entire operation—it's too vast. But the core violence is over. It will revert to being a silent, non-lethal observation experiment for the remaining VIPs. There will be no more killing. No more challenges. You and I will dismantle it slowly, from the inside. But the players are safe."
The Final Lie
Y/N listened, tears welling in her eyes—not tears of love, but of immense relief and profound self-pity. She had done it. She had saved Eun-ji. The price was her freedom and her truth, but the life of the child was secured.
She looked at Gi-hun, the monster who thought he had won. She knew she had to solidify the lie, cement her place in his warped reality so he would never look back.
Y/N wiped her tears and gave him a shaky, genuine smile—a smile born of successful manipulation and the peace that her friends' sacrifices were not in vain.
She took three swift steps and jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. It was a terrifying, suffocating embrace, but she forced herself through it.
"Oh, Gi-hun," Y/N breathed into his ear, forcing a sob of relief. "I love you. I was so scared I would lose you, that I would have to live without you. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me over the games."
Gi-hun melted into the hug. The physical contact, the false confession, the look of love—it was the crowning moment of his dark fantasy. He kissed her fiercely, convinced his obsessive love had finally redeemed itself.
Y/N clung to him, closing her eyes. She hated the feeling, but she endured it. Her life was a cage now, but Eun-ji's was free. She had chosen eternal confinement to ensure eternal freedom for the innocent.
The fate of the game and Eun-ji are sealed. Gi-hun has stopped the killing, securing Y/N as his possession.
That introduces a final, mind-bending layer of complexity: Y/N's true vulnerability and confession combined with her tragic past, cementing her as Gi-hun's emotional equal in sorrow, and shattering the last vestiges of her initial deception.
🖤 The Twisted Forever
The command center, once a sterile, high-tech office, had been transformed into Gi-hun's obsessive sanctuary. He didn't allow Y/N (013) to return to the dormitory. Her clothes, her few possessions, and even her meals were now brought to the office suite. They lived in an isolated luxury, surrounded by silent monitors showing the non-lethal observation games that continued below.
Gi-hun was euphoric. He had the woman he loved, secured by her own choice, and he had honored his promise by stopping the killing. He showered her with gifts, attention, and a possessive devotion that saw her every need met.
The Real Confession
One evening, Y/N was sitting on the leather sofa, Gi-hun across from her, a quiet contentment radiating from him. The pretense was exhausting, but Y/N realized if she wanted true, lasting peace for Eun-ji, she had to stop lying completely. She had to give him a real truth to hold onto.
She looked at him, her expression soft, devoid of the calculating hardness that had defined her survival.
"Gi-hun," she began, her voice low. "The game is over, and the killing has stopped. I need to tell you something real now."
Gi-hun leaned forward, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Anything, my love."
"I lied when I first came here," Y/N admitted, pushing past the sharp memory of her hatred. "I love you. I do. The love wasn't a trick to save Eun-ji. The lie was only ever about saving face. I was so angry you were the monster I hunted, I didn't want to admit I already felt something for the man you were pretending to be."
She reached out and took his hand. "When you told me about your mother, how she was gone, and how scared you were of failing her—that was the moment I stopped hating Player 456. You were honest with me, and I felt that truth."
The Shared Scars
Gi-hun squeezed her hand, overwhelmed by the depth of her confession, which absolved his guilt over his mother.
Y/N continued, revealing a vulnerability she had never shared with anyone, not even Leon.
"We aren't so different, Gi-hun. We are both broken. I was orphaned when I was about five years old. My parents died in a traffic accident."
Gi-hun's expression shifted from delight to a profound, empathetic sorrow. He remembered his own grief over his mother's death.
"I was placed in an orphanage," Y/N whispered, staring into the middle distance. "The system was cold. When I turned fifteen, I ran away. I couldn't stand the loss and the confinement anymore."
She turned back to him, her eyes glistening. "I found my grandmother. She took me in, and I lived with her until I turned nineteen. She was the only person who truly loved me. When she died, I was completely alone again."
Y/N explained how her grandmother's death had driven her to the financial brink, which eventually led her to the first game, and then the consuming quest for revenge.
"We both came here because we were running from loss," Y/N concluded. "You sought the money to undo your loss, and I sought revenge to process mine. But you and I survived together. That means something real."
Gi-hun, staring at her, felt an intense, overwhelming bond form between them. Her truth, her suffering, her admission of love—it all merged into the ultimate, tragic union. He was no longer just her captor; he was her soulmate in sorrow.
"Y/N," Gi-hun murmured, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "We won't run from it anymore. We will face the world together."
He had finally won. He had her love, her truth, and her promise of forever, even if that forever was contained within the prison of his gilded cage.
The fate of Y/N and Gi-hun is now sealed in their isolated, tragic love.
That brings the narrative to its final, complex conclusion, cementing Y/N's tragic choice and setting the stage for the new life of both the survivor and the consort.
Before Eun-ji (179) was transported off the island, Y/N (013) found a brief, private moment with her friend. Eun-ji, overwhelmed by relief but still reeling from the violence, looked pale but determined.
"You're free," Y/N whispered, holding Eun-ji's hands tightly. "Go home. Never look back."
Eun-ji's relief was instantly tempered by the truth she saw in Y/N's eyes—a heartbreaking mix of finality and genuine affection for the man who was letting them live.
"But you... you're staying with him?" Eun-ji asked, her voice shaking with disbelief and anger. "After what he did? He's a monster, Y/N! He killed Leon! He killed 456!"
Y/N squeezed her friend's hands, forcing Eun-ji to meet her gaze.
"He's not the monster we expected," Y/N insisted, her voice soft with conviction. "He's sick, yes. Possessive. But he's honest with me now. He's broken, Eun-ji, and he's hurting. He told me the truth about his life, and I told him mine. He truly believes his love is protection, and I love him very much."
Eun-ji stared at her, the anger fading into profound confusion and sorrow. She couldn't understand the Stockholm Syndrome, the shared trauma, or the twisted romance that had bloomed in hell. But she saw the reality: Y/N was making this choice.
"Y/N," Eun-ji said, tears returning. "I hate what this place did to you, but if you truly believe that... then I support you. You deserve peace, however you find it." She placed Y/N's hand over her swelling abdomen. "I promise, I'll never tell anyone the truth. I will live the life you bought for us."
With one final, tearful hug, Eun-ji was gone, carrying her child and the secret of the Frontman's identity to the free world.
A New Life Begins
Weeks later, safely back on the mainland, Eun-ji went into labor and gave birth to a healthy baby boy. She used the immense wealth provided by Gi-hun to establish a safe, discreet life, dedicating herself to therapy and ensuring her son grew up in a world untouched by the colors red and green. She kept her promise, finding happiness and healing, a beacon of the life Y/N had sacrificed her freedom for.
Back on the island, Y/N lived as the Frontman's consort. The killing had stopped, but the observation games continued, and the VIPs were still very much a part of Gi-hun's life.
Y/N’s role was essential: she was the prize. Her mere presence legitimized Gi-hun's position and satisfied the VIPs' morbid curiosity, proving that the game's ultimate victor was claimed by its mastermind.
The First Encounter
The VIPs, cloaked in their absurd, ornate masks, were fascinated by Y/N. Gi-hun brought her out during a viewing session, seating her beside him on a plush velvet sofa overlooking the massive, but now dormant, game floor.
A heavy-set VIP in a gold tiger mask leaned closer, his voice muffled and condescending. "Frontman, she is exquisite. The ultimate prize. A pity she didn't finish the last game, but her defiance was certainly... memorable."
Gi-hun placed a possessive, heavy hand on Y/N's shoulder, pulling her slightly closer. "She didn't need the money," Gi-hun stated, his voice now laced with the proud, possessive tone of a man displaying his most valuable asset. "She chose me. Her sacrifice was the greatest victory of all."
Y/N forced a small, serene smile. She looked at the VIPs, no longer seeing them as potential saviors, but as the audience to her carefully crafted lie. She engaged in polite, meaningless conversation, her years of fighting replaced by practiced grace.
* Her Power: Y/N realized her power was not the pistol she once held, but the control she held over Gi-hun. His obsession shielded her absolutely. Any suggestion of harm or disrespect toward Y/N was met with icy fury from Gi-hun, who would use his immense power to threaten the VIP's own investments and safety.
* The Shared Secret: Gi-hun often spent hours with Y/N, detailing the complex workings of the organization and the VIPs' weaknesses. He was seeking her approval, treating her as his co-conspirator and equal in mind, even though she was his prisoner. Y/N listened intently, filing away every detail, knowing that the key to dismantling the empire was not a gun, but knowledge—knowledge Gi-hun was willingly giving her out of love.
Y/N lived in a gilded cage, but she was now in the heart of the beast. She was safe, loved by a madman, and slowly gathering the intelligence needed to honor her friends' sacrifices—not with violence, but with calculated, final destruction.
The end...